Live for the One, Die for the One III
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"A
rogue telepath?" Sheridan asked, and then his eyes narrowed. "Ho w could you do
that without using an illegal scan?"
"Please,
Captain," answered Bester, amused. "You are at war with the Shadows, and are
enemies with the Earth Alliance. There is nothing to keep me from scanning a
person here. I was curious about out-"
He
seemed to have forgotten that Trunks had an arm across his neck, pinning him to
a wall. Trunks chose that moment to remind him of it, but pushing him hard
against it, blocking more of his air.
"What
were you trying to do to my head?" Trunks growled, unconsciously raising his power
level.
"Mr.
Briefs, as much I would like to see it, don't kill him," Captain Sheridan said
sternly, but with some humor lurking in his eyes.
Trunks
could here himself snarling, baring his teeth as Saiya-jin instinct overcame
human upbringing.
"Mr.
Briefs? Mr. Briefs!" he could hear someone shouting, but his temper was getting
out of control.
This
slimy little bastard had to pay. After all he had gone through, all the pain,
this little wad of filth had no right to traipse about in his mind like –
Arms
were grabbing him, trying to pull him away from the little onore, but it did
them no good. He himself decided to throw Bester into another wall, gave a
feral war cry, and started to beat him bloody.
"Sir,
there is a huge energy spike coming from your office!" a voice said over the
com, which Trunks didn't really hear.
"I
need more security!" Sheridan shouted back. "Send me all the rangers on the
station!"
Trunks
was barely tapping him by his standards, but it had been a long time since he
had fought a normal human, despite what mental powers this guy had. He could
feel him trying to use them, too. It was like someone was trying to hit him
with a hammer between his eyes.
Still,
a human with a hammer was nothing compared to the Room of Spirit and Time, or
the Androids. Bester didn't have a chance.
Then
someone was sticking a needle into is neck, and he whirled to see who it was.
Marcus
was holding a hypo needle, shocked that his usually calm and collected friend
had gone into such a rage.
For
several moments, Trunks just looked at him, before succumbing to the injection.
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"He
just went crazy when Bester scanned him," Marcus babbled to Ivanova, as they
walked to a briefing with Sheridan.
"Well,
I don't blame him. If Bester started a scan on me, I would have freaked out and
gone ballistic too. In fact, I would go ballistic on Bester even if he hadn't
scanned me. Maybe it wasn't a scan that set him off, but the little rat's
smell."
"Susan!
This is serious!" he protested, although a smile hovered on his lips. Everyone
on Babylon 5 disliked Bester.
"You're
right, this is bad PR for the rangers.. Although, I don't know, maybe it will
do them some good… Never mind. Who knows what Delenn with think of all this. I
mean, hiding rogue telepaths in the rangers? What will Earth Dome do with
that?"
"I
never would have thought of Trunks as being the type," Marcus muttered,
thinking about how his eyes had seemed to glow red as he attacked the Psi Cop.
"I
wonder how strong he is? I mean, to block a P12, that takes some major fire
power."
"Really,"
Marcus agreed, and they entered the war room.
Bester
was sitting there. It took them a few moments to swallow their repugnance of
the man to sit next to him.
They
noted that Garibaldi, and Lyta, were sitting or standing as far as they could
from Bester. Ivanova wished she could do the same.
Delenn
entered, followed by John. They walked closely to each other; you would have to
be blind not to see the closeness between them.
"I
demand that you hand that man over to the Psi Corp!" Bester roared as soon as
they entered the room.
"We
will hear your side of things in a moment, Mr. Bester," Sheridan answered, his
tone icy.
"He
is a Ranger, and as such, is subject to the laws of the Minbari," Delenn said,
her tone brooking no argument. "It is not a crime to conceal ones abilities. If
anything, he defended himself against your attack today. I would suggest, then,
that you get off this station, or we will let him finish what he started!"
Bester
sputtered for a moment, not used to being so thwarted.
"We
will deal with him ourselves," Sheridan began, when Bester interrupted.
"He
is a human telepath! He must be controlled!"
"Actually,"
said a voice coming from the door," he isn't."
All
turned to see Doctor Franklin descend the stairs to the others.
"What?"
Bester yelled in annoyance. The day just got worse and worse for him.
"I
can't tell what he is yet, but he most definitely isn't all human," Franklin
continued, handing a readout to Sheridan. John looked it over, and raised his
eyebrows.
Turning
to Bester, he handed him the readouts, and gave him a triumphant smile. "It
seems that this man is out of your reach, Mr. Bester."
Rage
lit the man's dark eyes, and they knew this was another thing he would hold
against them.
"I'm
leaving now," he told them, and stomped off, trying to maintain the shreds of
his dignity.
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Susan
couldn't restrain her laughter as she watched his back disappear behind the
door.
"Well,
that sure took the wind from his sails," Marcus joked, and grinned hugely.
"Yes,
but there is still the problem of what to do with Mr. Briefs," Delenn said
sternly.
"Come
on, Delenn," Susan cajoled, "the guy sensed he was being scanned. I would have
reacted even worse. Although, Stephen, I have to admit that 'not human' idea
was a stroke of genius."
Stephen
said nothing, but cocked his head.
"He
wasn't bluffing, Ivanova," said Michael. He handed her the readout.
She
choked at what she saw.
Basically,
he was half human. The other half, it wouldn't identified. What was more
interesting, this other half was almost completely dominate. There were
irregularities in the spine, which was the most notable difference. There were
others, but they were not as easily seen.
Wordlessly,
she handed it back.
"So,
now what?" asked Franklin. "The guy heals extremely fast. He's already awake,
and Marcus gave him enough tranquilizers to knock out a rabid elephant. I don't
think we could hold him if he wanted to get out."
"I
have a solution, captain, and I'm surprised you didn't come up with it
yourself," Marcus quipped, turning to John.
"Yes?"
"We
could ask him."
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Trunks
grimaced; looking up from his book-reader as he saw several of his Narn guards
open the door. They had put several of them on him in his particular cell in
lock up.
It
wouldn't have mattered had he really wanted to get out; he could destroy the
entire station with ease. SSJ2s didn't have much that could actually hurt them,
although he wasn't in a hurry to chew vacuum.
Entered
Marcus, with the Entil'zha.
Trunks
rose to his feet, and bowed respectfully. He hadn't met Delenn in person
before, but he had known Sinclair. If she was anything like her predecessor,
she was trustworthy.
He
hoped.
"We
need to ask you some questions, Anla'shok Trunks," she asked solemnly.
"Although, we are not going to hold what you did to Bester against you. I am
aware that there are several people who would have liked to do the same thing.
Although, we will have to ask you about your –"
Here
it comes, Trunks thought.
"Telepathic
abilities."
"My
what?" Trunks asked, dumbfounded.
"You
know, your telepathic abilities, the ones you used to fight off Bester."
"Uh,
I don't know much about it, truthfully. I felt something in my mind, and I
fought it. That's all I know."
"You
care to have that verified by our resident telepath?"
Trunks
nodded slowly, and Delenn left the room.
"Hey,
Trunks," Marcus said, and the hybrid looked at him, and raised his eyebrows
inquisitively.
"You
mind explaining this to me?" he asked, and put the flight recorder in the
viewer of the cell.
"Holy
kuso," Trunks whispered, seeing the tape.
To be continued.